The Wistful Witness

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The wind in the gatehouse does not howl; it rattles, a dry, metallic skittering against the rusted hinges that you have greased every Thursday for twenty years. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you sit on the cold concrete floor, your back against the main door, watching the dust motes dance in the thin beam of light that cuts through the boarded-up window. The board meets in five days to...

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